Don continued masturbating himself on the front lawn. The shrink weed had started to take effect and he started getting smaller. Don felt so wonderful that he sat up and watched the grass around him grow larger and thicker as he beat himself.
Paul tried his best but dropped the robe and gave into his shrinklust (greatword). He grabbed a few blades of shrinking weed and began chewing as Don groaned in estacsy as he shrank past four feet.
"Paul, i feel so, so wonderful! Everything in the yard is growing around me. what happening?"
"Don't worry. Shrinking is perfectly harmless as long as we take precautions. Stand up so i can see you."
"Oh god, Yes!" Moaned the shrinking Don, who was now under 3 feet and shrinking by the minute.
"Please, i'm shrinking, you've got to help me. I can't stop myself!"
Knowing all too well what Don was experiencing, Paul wanted nothing more than to shrink with his friend. Already he could feel the pins and needles of the shrinking before the real waves of shrinklust would pass through tugging the both of them into smallness.
"I found this weed in my yard that makes things shrink, now it's spread through out my yard. I think it's fantastic (i couldn't believe i wanted to go get weedkiller before). Paul felt a wave of shrinking go through him and he now was less then five feet tall. He walked over to Don and took him by the hand.
"I don't think this is the place for us to shrink, let's go inside."
"I hope you can find a way to stop us from shrinking."
"This isn't the first time something like this has happened."
The two shrinking men were both a little taller and smaller than the door knob as they walked into paul's living room.